Latin: Verb: sepeliō (present infinitive sepelīre, perfect active sepelīvī, supine sepultum); fourth conjugation. I bury, inter. I burn on a funeral pyre. (figuratively) I destroy, ruin, overwhelm.
Long post: Sorry. Read thru, timeout early, then one section at a time. Dress in light colors, it looks clean and will calm an idiot, more on this below.
Not long after my peace has the world lost its entire pace, and so I wrote this once, and now I rewrite it in a quiet time with each night winter and each morning springtime. Without the carbon acting as heat-sink a legitimate lake-effect snow dropped almost a foot of snow while Chicagoland slept, clean aery snow, and by my waking it vanished, without the traces of smoke and dust. One week in united isolation thru the valleys around the world so far.
It was not a wish to be writing this, a global virus wasn’t in the tarot cards for my new year resolution, all is well, in my secret villainous hideout with food past best-by recommendations, I may even dump-post my Merlin folders as-is and start book four after as many years.
These epidemics happen, there was a show a few years ago, the world polluted fought for resources to survive a virus, and their solution was to travel two-hundred and fifty million years into the past.
How much does the sunlight dapple tears of light over a long night of moonlight and the dawn of darkest ocean when waves like skyscrapers slump and hurl themselves at the rocky shores, and in the depths these tumults seem calmer while being currents the size of cities pulling beneath the air and skies of careful tough that can carry the seed of a dandelion across the seven continents before landing. The words of light blinding in focus and somehow showing the path to victory, yet headaches and fears of sunset like any other being on the spinning atom at the edge of a bloom at darkness' edge, stealing the light unlike any chaos can, without the worst would not be the best, is fault upon arrow or archer. There are more apples to be shot if taught correctly and corrective.
Food; cattle is stock and will continue, but dairy will be easier to find during panic. Centurions were paid in parmesan cheese, it’s very dry preserving a high protein and low carb quality, but it takes as much as eighteen months to make, and despite discarding the practice in modern times, was an early practice of “government cheese”; repeating a pattern, poultry rates will continue, but eggs will be faster, grain rates will continue, but because of harvesting practices, flour will be faster, if you can find fruits and vegetables from year-round sources, it looks like ice cream are going to be regular. The shelves might refill while the world stops turning. As Americans, rice will likely hide and return from our few sources of the bay adjacent farms and the northern wild rice until global trade reawakens, which is a foregone conclusion. So it’s back to bread and corn, flour and meal, add the rest of our staples, eggs yeast and baking soda, now you’ve got homemade pizza.
Discretion is the better part of valor. In the US, as we quibble over the details of a monetary relief legislation, the umbrella being a %500 one time inflation, pales in comparison to that of Venezuela with %4000 (4k) inflation for twenty years, or Cuba’s dual currencies preventing the normal concept of value from affecting the nightmare theme park that is Cuba from changing the value of the ride tickets and there are no rides. Weird flex, but okay. My complaints are antique, while my video app with most of the utilities I want advertises a communications app that I already have installed, or the music app already installed advertises itself, the level of awareness is quite minimalist. I was surprised by the TP buyouts, it’s a desiccating viroid, so you’ll want bacon and eggs, not chicken and rice, and we’re quarantined, next to our showers. I had an argument already, if male:female mortality rate is 2:1, and female BMI is 2:1, i want to have greasy fatty food ready.
Hamsterkauf: schools are closed, children are eating like summer break without time for parents to plan and prepare, forgetting that school lunches aren’t buffets, and things were bought up. Typically what people usually buy, so when I went to the store, anything supplemental to my supplies was available, much of the fruits and vegetables were there, and returning days later were still there. They bought the potatoes at one store, comforting carbohydrates, but not at the other store almost overstocked. When initial shock fades, disdains and subsides, refrain and restrain to normal, the supply lines will be there, but we’re mostly self-isolating. Shave, shower, then shit - triple S. Another is control, begging to content perspective (ascetic vision), realistic dreams, not wasteful, and being thankful, and yet the masses lost a feeling of control. Control translates to our survival instinct, you value your health, but even a fat man who’s been training is better prepared for this outbreak than the weak, tho I’d hate to be him trying to burn gut fat for nutrition on-demand, especially if it was full of derp hormones when formed, but I digress.
Meme: So you’re saying this whole time my lifestyle was called self-isolating?
Control: to buy outfits before parties, supplies before a storm, it’s important to remember, I love you and supply lines are active. A disaster of nature, martial law interrupting the means of production, communist regimes commiting genocide, this will interrupt the survival and freedom. Now you just have to talk to your companions and make babies. We feel in control buying hand sanitizers for airborne problems, but it should be in defense or instinct, not a panicked answer to fear from unanswered questions by the voices in your head. I’m the only one allowed to have voices in our head. I will defeat the white lines on the edge of the road trapping my spaceship into one lane, I stare at screens too long and prefer dark-mode because it saves battery by not burning daylight, and the bathroom tissue is calming white, soft billowy gentle goodness. The countries that have widespread bidets are laughing at the world and saving trees, but I bet the environmentalists were the first to hoard their powerless handfuls. Insane asylums have padded rooms and wear clothes colored white, it soothes some primal element in all the peoples of Earth. I’d love for some study to learn if dyed toilet rolls are preferred by matching skin color. People buy suits before swimming, but the first time you buy them at the market on the way to the beach, but people prepare at odd times. We like to be prepared, and for many who have dependency on government, as most of us do in one way or another equally do, they felt society was going to shit itself and bought all the bog rolls. St Patty’s Day, April 1st, and Ostara, are all drinking days in my tribe, all ruined by covid-19, you’re not the only one disappointed by current events.
Blogging: I was working on an entry for every day on Mars for those who have to guard it, and if things actually get worse, I’ll post the 687 Martian Edicts, but I’m sure it won’t come to that. Most of you reading this know what my routine is, and this the final extent for sake of mention, this is one of the more boring things I’ve written, but I thought it’d be disrespectful to type a deathmetal poem and vainly appeal to the animalistic sides of yourselves, and rude to ignore your true emotions.
Economics? A double-edged sword hangs from the stars, nobody buying and oversupply, production just to undersell their competitors, in order to maintain market presence, and while maintaining cheap product for cheap consumers, maintained by worthy wages, if money grew on trees, nobody would be around to sell products, and everyone would want to buy things instead. The value of slavery increases with the loss of responsibility, and eforcing such a caste-like system to support itself loses sight of acheivement by starting blindfolded by emotion. American oil is harder to produce, and yet it’s more prevalent than ever, as if America isn’t shitty and understands capitalism or something. I wouldn’t be surprised to see plebeian wars in the valleys between the strong nations. Things will stabilize while micro-managed micro-economies will suffer no more than usual, these things are humbling or they’re not. You might have to wave workfare requirements to receive the dole for the foreseeable future, which might stall a generation of entitled brats, but it’s not like that’s avoidable in the first place. While some idiot is going to argue against vaccines made of neutralized samples, you should worry about anything that halts production. Crippled socialists waiting for miracles (while hating miracles) desperate for work they pay themselves to come up with more (bad) ideas, and anyone who thinks otherwise is ignored or worse. First we stock-up, then the economy sinks to low tide, and in three of thirteen moons we set sail.
Fitness:
mmjjbbaannkkss.tumblr.com I post once/week my gym experiences, and if you dig deep enuf you can find my IG.
>> Through the first week “social distancing” is natural and my sprained wrist healed mostly, but tapering carbs and increasing dependence on protein (or aminos) has been maddening, grumpy. Good way to diet is to only eat when hungry, carb-up before plowing the field. If you live in the outer suburbs or countryside you can walk or jog or run, you can buy the ski masks of thin foam with the skulls and fangs art on them (if you already own one), ecommerce delivery just got swamped, so you might be able to get a depot or delivery job if you can hurry. Sand jugs, sand bags, a 50lb barbell/2-plates, swivel bar plates for deep pushups, and surprisingly didn’t donate my closet pullup bar, stools for bent dips and leg lifts, and crunches daily will add stability to the core if not overdone per session. Water waking up, an aminos meal, a protein meal, a solid meal, a carbohydrate meal, a workout, and in between, a lot of housecleaning and reading. Amino, to whey, to solid dairy, then carbs and workout, not that I’m getting any younger, but I could be ripped and bearded by the time the world turns again, and if the gym opens that’s cool too. There’s an opportunity to change my entire life, be a day person for the first time ever, wake at midnight with the new day, rest and recover before the others rise. Pacing meals, fats will help bodybuilders bulk, dense calorie intake and increased water consumption.
You wanna go to school? To the store for vegetables? Not until you stay inside and finish your video games!
Opinion: The granaries were prepared to meet demand of bakers prepared to meet consumption, it's just a jolt to the economy in some sectors, and a slump in others, and that's okay. Some producers are preparing for a year's profit six months before December, Amazon is hiring 100,000 warehouse hustlers, which will serve the closest first by basic mathematical rules of distance, so you can bet your ass that NYC banning them finally shows them how stupid they are. If it was a snake (soup) it would have bit you. I can't say 12 months ago I'd've guessed we'd be in a global medical emergency. Now we play catch-up. Those who are well trained and fed will be larger than the malnourished or the partiers. See if you can donate unopened medical masks to hospitals. Beware the news, it can feed on only ratings in times of survival, not responsibility. Stop eating endangered animals in garbage markets and this won’t happen. Everyday is Thanksgiving. Study, train, practice, and thank me later. You can be sincere with others in times of crisis, but please stay sensible, stylish and enhance your calm.
Be neither vain nor unfulfilled.
Prediction: The literacy rate might increase, let’s hope the hero of the story has the same concerns as our society and then helps us understand the when and why to remain calm in any case. Having a Google alert for “Vulcan salute” definitely made the past couple of weeks nerve-racking, not the best time to be going through Pon Farr. Somewhere you can drive and see there’s nothing to do but get gas or groceries, but that was all there ever is. So you can workout, visit pdfdrive.com, I’m going to learn a new guitar riff every day for a year, and learn to draw. Definitely enuf time to sit on the porch and drink coffee, and at least now I have a legitimate reason to tell dirty kids to stay off my lawn.
Putting up the red rope xmas lights inside was definitely a genius move on my part.
I hope it’s not fake, but I hope it’s not real. Holding a breath to savor air, we collapse, holding our vision to savor empathy, we become primal. This idea that extreme reasoning overcomes science is going to eek back into society when the pandemic passes. Frantic coping skills and manic depression are self-deceit, because efficacy is mind, success is a right activity. A thought, an intentional breath, deep into the diaphragm to prepare for sleep. A thought to close the eyes and remember the future. A thought for myself and others, a waking dream there aren’t words that breathe, there aren’t actions that feel sensation, and yet the tactile nature of life is here for pure experience of the avid student, and in infinite repetition the future continues. When this era is done can be regretted this wasted opportunity when success is all but sleep between the blink of eyes. A day goes by, a hidden light against the night of a world in the dark of the stars, each as bright as a dream, this where we see to work. Soon study emotions to undo mental blockage with mentalization, but also to find any trapped emotions. If I were to say “to not deny any emotions” and someone goes partying, I don’t want to deny how I interpret anything, if it’s worth the attention or not, so that I can know what country my big mood is living in, when I’m upvoting or downvoting something, what kind of braindead and basically time-wasting person instead of working, gym-fuckery, tomfoolery, lollygaggin, these are pastimes for the retired elders, they survived much worse and now are challenged again, as with this you must continue reading.
The quiet place, the lost year, the (covid-)19 in 20.
About the title: Chicken soup for the soulfire, lamp oil for the hellion flu, dry hot fever, the flame-blood, a viral heatstroke, Mercury's mask, will o' the wisp, ignis fatuus...or perhaps ignis sepelium. Toadies, I Burn
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“A man is no more than the sum of his memories, a culture no more than the sum of its history.” Andorian Proverb